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cheap chump, when only u amount to the cost of a 5 dolla blunt/
johnnie'be'blazed fo fun, shit juss let that resin run/
gettin high? but bitch u already be done, get shunned/
when I roll up, with 2 guns, endin it son/
but it's sad enough, that u gotta use the same word thrice/
cuz ya simple mind gets lost, dazed by "3 days" flight/
the chance is slight, for u to eva win this fight, fo life/
so who's the big joke now, u've been clowned/
by the Gene Pool crown on da breakdown/
so just rest as the adrenaline fakes out/
cuz motha fucka u be the one gettin chased out/
again no beef bro
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this nigga is da type to ROCK CYPHERS chokin on rap/
cuz he's da lord of da rings SESSION, smoking on crack/
u aint a soljah holding a gat, i got real duns gun tokin i-rak/
i already told u foes,and u hoes that bring trash/
u wont recieve half my flow till ur souls have been cashed/
so stay ON DA RUN nigga cuz ur raps have been gassed.....
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First off I gotta hit Gene Pool, and that pus Gambino
Wanna spit out words like they really grab c notes
But see those weak ass rhymes you spittin Guido
You might as well be at your boyfriend's in a speedo
I bring the heat yo, but your not even near flame retardant
You both come with some dumb shit, to confirm your retarded
So don't start it, something you can't finish
Make me rewind the track and start from the beginning
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johnnieblaze aint that name of some weak ass cloths
thats worn by hormophidites, drag queens and homos
your flow was simplistic, u need to learn some linguistics
an mc wanna be you fit those characteristics
you ve become a statistic with this six line flow
so start again johnnieblaze a.k.a. the hoe...............
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PIRUTX59 heard ur mom use to swallow dawg, i know that shit hurt/
when found out that she taught u "dont drink till u eat first"/
go HEAD sip outta her cup son my cums been known to quinch thirst/
PIRUTX59 da cat wit a weak verse/
da ass out nigga just waiting to split first/
24 yr ol bitch on da FRONT-LINES fakein ur git verse/
and ur chump change saliva compared to what my spits worth....
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i see the m in your name but your missing the c
you keep a count on your dicksucking i c you stopped at 80
and your moms oh my god she lets me shit on her face
u put my name in all caps your shit deserves lowercase
so m_80 its all gravy but your flows are a riot
the only way you earn respect is bent over and quiet
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wipe u lips dicksucka u seem to have a runny mouth/
check them red dots pussy before i leave u BLOODY SOUTH/
what u do get a trainer ta teach u da basics/
about kickin flows, but sonny lets face it/
ur better off getting a copy and paste it/
trust me jump of a roof if u hateing cuz da bull u making/
is flop hits that'll flip before ya head splits da pavement/
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i hope this aint your best, u saving it for your last
i can tell by your verse you took a special aid class
iam flattered that you studied reading a nigga profile
you outta your league you faggot you need to change up your style
can u try a little harder.... this aint no contest
you flow should impress.... not look like fat hoes undressed
give it up nigga
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dawg u scaried ill drop bombs, convienced a missile will hit u/
i got a million and one disses that'll sizzle and rip thru/
including da one that'll kill u without rippin ur tissue/
i dont see death a problem, its u livings' da issue/
u can claim u a brick homie but im willin ta flip u/
cuz im da illest thing to hit black people since sickle/
and ur probably da wildest vet since dr doo-little....
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shit if iam dr do little then your dr do nothing
you like a deer that aint even worth hunting
obssed with tissue cause you wipe your ass with newspaper
a job that fits your skill is water boy for the lakers
how you gonna win your punches cause no damage
i wont diss in the last line i feel i got the advantage
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u's da waterboy for da lakers homie
im surprised u aint come out wit gettin raped by coby
im probably sure u'd hate to know me
i left u a bastard, im ur father, its not to late to know me
ican tell u about da days when ur moms couldnt wait to blow me
i still say she shouldve swallowed dat night
but oh well here we are up in a text fight
son u can't beat me cuz im da best type
listen to ur father cuz i can give and take life.....
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tell you momms in the morning that iam cuming home soon
i wont claim to be your daddy, you resemble bamboons
she told me that you jack off with vidal sasoon
and that u got a little problem with nuts the size of balloons
you lock ur self in your room with broken sticks from the broom
and stab urself in the ass until its swoolen like prunes
give it up dog...please adhere to the warning
cause this court of ass wipping will soon be adorning
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on da real dawg dont take these words kindly/
u wrote ur own demise and forgot to chose ur words wisely/
im a street poet so u know my works grimy/
im heavy wit this rhyming to ever spit my shit lightly/
fuck if u despite me/
cuz i toke guns and got nines dat wont fight me/
even ur ghost writer who bites me dont like me/
and finally tell ur moms tonight wear her baby blue nighty....
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my nig we dont dont do baby flu did you forget its piru
if that nine aint got no bullets how can it protect you
u talk about grimey that wont describe your flow
one word to describe your mom though is funkyhoe
you good for keeping dro so i blow on the weed
then she blows on me till she swallows my seeds
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real simple.......
heres a riddle of death/
what kind of slug will rip thru a vest/
ta chizzle ur chest/
so hot that'll sizzle ur flesh/
hit da middle and rest/
before it'll rip thru ur neck?/
i got u to shook ta read texts/
stayin on da board ta greet vets/
nigga get a life and respect...